Poem: They Came To Me

This original spoken word poem is about the charity of cherry blossoms as I stood under a tree and felt each soft petal rest lovingly on my shoulders. Each petal revived me, each petal reminded me that even in the cold wind of spring, there is the promise of a new moment filled with earthly magic.

Music credit: Club Banga by Ghost Beatz; licensed through Soundstripe

Transcript

All I wanted was to look up into the vast blue sky and watch the cherry blossom petals fly.

But my neck was restricted,

My balance not right.

I thought it was over as pain took over delight.

But it was just beginning as soft cherry blossom petals fell on my jacket.

They came to me as if to say,

Don't twist your little neck in our direction.

Don't strain and wrinkle your face.

It's spring,

Don't you know?

We are too happy dancing and you should be too.

For we have gifted you 4,

000 petals.

Blowing in the wind,

Landing on your clothes,

Perfuming the air.

It's spring,

Don't you know?

We can be kind and come to you.

Reviews

Delightful, especially for those of us trying to hard,

Thank you very much. I loved this uplifting piece.